Ki Tavo — Bringing the Harvest (Songs From the Diaspora)

Songs From the Diaspora is a poetry blog inspired by the weekly Torah portion or other timely Jewish texts and sources. This week I turned Parashat Ki Tavo and the first fruits as a source of inspiration. I drew upon my love of the land, the ideas of harvest, offering, Avoda, and agriculture.

Ki Tavo


Rose gold overlays

the pigeons breast of morning

braided brows huff in the breeze

sheaves tied in knotted hands

the hour warming



A swoop and shush of wings

small feet chattering

amid scattered hulls

loose strands of the harvest tumble through fingers and reeds

to meet  drawing earth



Hand-print leaves, their upturned edges

a grey-green frill

Hems so like our own garments-

stained purple by the globes hung beneath

those flat awnings



A crown of sweet stars

striking across a sapphire faced day

each spine a blessing, each seed an epoch

the honey of their palms

a constant river



The almond leaves slide underfoot

mottled leather riles apart to show

a furled pith

enwombing shards

of cherry amber

their burst a high swift call in winters breath

the gleeful contraction of a cheek



Silver trees anoint the hills

we bind clusters of purple and green-

the oil remembers

stones and cypress

the small creeping heathers

the wood’s tight nap on our knives



A mother’s curved back in each fruit,

robed in green, or dark like a wife in winter

a flushed nape of perfume

each round rib reveals-

the sugar of a baby’s mouth

a speckled river, teethed with seed and flower

About the Author
Lucinda Lees holds BA in Fine Arts, and is an RN, MS. She is a lifelong writer.
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